Poems about Statesman

• Gettysburg

  Do you see a Doric temple rise from faint mists of early day?
  The huge pedestal and seat gleam white in glare of pure marble.

  by Lyndon 35 lines, 9 comments, on Sep 16 8:38 PM 2008. In Contemporary, Political, Statesman, Life, Society, Thoughts

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